You're with me again, fall friend!
Let someone else is resting in the south
And basking in the Garden of Eden.
There are very north – and fall in girlfriend
I chose this year.
Married, in a strange, I had a house,
Where, may be, I died,
AND, it seems, secretly looking Suomi
The empty your mirrors.
I go between the black squat trees,
There heather the wind like,
And the dim light of the moon fragment,
How old serrated knife.
Here I have brought the blessed memory
The last non-meeting with you –
cold, pure, lung flame
Victory over my destiny.